There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

“Howard Hughes lived here,” I tell her. “Desi Arnaz would come stay
whenever he was fighting with Lucille Ball. Bette Davis almost burned it
down—twice. And Sharon Tate moved out of the hotel six months before she
was killed. John Belushi and Helmut Newton both died here.”
I looked all this up beforehand, knowing it would interest her. Mara likes
anything historical, tragic, or glamorous.
“The hotel’s in lots of movies, too,” I continue. “La La Land … A Star Is
Born …”
“Really?” Mara gasps. “La La Land’s one of my favorites.”
“I know,” I laugh. “You play that one song from it all the time.”
“That’s right,” Mara says, pleased that I remembered.
Our room isn’t as luxurious as some of the places I’ve stayed, but Mara is
never picky. She runs around the room, admiring the old-fashioned furniture
and striped wallpaper.
She’s keyed up about the interview, equal parts giddy and terrified.
“I always think I want attention until I actually get it … I hope I don’t say
something weird that gets turned into a meme. Like when Brett Kavanaugh
told everybody he was a virgin in school, and for ‘many years after.’ ”
Mara shudders, imagining her face splashed all over templates.
“All publicity is good publicity.”
“You don’t believe that.”
“It is when you’re this hot,” I say, seizing her and throwing her down on the
bed, which creaks and groans beneath her.
“Wait,” she says. “Give me the Ambien first.”
“You sure? Those things are strong.”
“Yeah. I like that floating feeling in sex. Like I’m half in my body and half
out. Like you could do anything to me …”